Birdside View – #FlashFiction

I’m pleading: “Dude… Let it go.”

…Waitress delivers shots, shakers, lime wedges, perspiring Coronas.

“Nope. Gonna buy that white house next door. Paint a Godzilla-sized middle finger on the side. Let her admire that every time she sprinkles her prize petunias.”

“Umm… that’s extremely juvenile.”

“Yep,” he belches. “But it’s good you’re finally laughing, Bro.”

___________________________________________________

Care for a Flash55 Reading?
(Microfiction in 55 words)

Call Her Nike – #FridayFlash

7 1/2-year-old soccer uniformed Titan. She thumb-twiddles texting opposite Dad’s dividing laptop. His scream on call, “I lost $400,000 in equity!”

“Dad, my game…”

Ignoring daughter, insults ensue; breakfasters cringe…

“Stop whining…” He orders daughter, “Take my tray!”

“But, Daaaad… I don’t know where it goes.”

“Quit being a goddamn baby, and just do it!”

______________________________________________
Care for a Flash Fiction Reading?
_____________________________________________________
If you or anyone you know has written a Friday Flash 55 Fiction piece (in 55 words), then please come tell G-Man.

“His Break” ( #FlashFiction )

4 am in Times Square pizzaria. I’m chasing plain slices with large drafts, catching a buzz beside stars…

“Fugetaboutit!  It’s art… Play with your heart! …Play with your soul! …Play with your goddamn balls!”

Fist-bumps. Hacking laughter…

“Listen, Slim. My break’s over.”

Danny hugs his musician brother; then returns to toss a pile of dough.

______________________________________________
Care for a Flash Fiction Reading?
_____________________________________________________
If you or anyone you know has written a Friday Flash 55 Fiction piece (in 55 words), then please come tell G-Man.